The Eye Of The Storm

A knock on your window

A faint whistling in the air

Something seeping through the cracks

And masking your skin bare

The wind an unrelenting force

That swings open doors

Peels soft petals from roses

And swirls dust from the floors

Steals umbrellas from hands

And hats off of heads

Lock the doors, shut it out

Ignore what it said

From outside the brick walls

It screams let me in

I have something to show you

It's about where I've been

So you turn the brass knob

And the wind stumbles inside

Swiping papers from counters

Throwing napkins aside

The breeze whispers in your ear

All that it’s seen

From over oceans and mountains

And everything in between

Aged millions of years

There's nothing more wise

Than a storm that is brewing

With winds that have eyes